Reiji Himuro was constantly getting into fights when it came to his gang. The former Kamisaka High School leader still carried a gold brass knuckles in his pocket. Already scratched due to the fact that its owner has participated in countless fights, coming out of them victorious, then defeated.

But Reiji didn't give up. Fights hardened his character, gave him the necessary experience. The guy's strength and spirit could surprise anyone if they could look under his outer mask.

As he grew up, he became more handsome, but he still hung out in gangs, finding this dirty, anarchic world more attractive than the one in which some of his peers lived.

The bar where Himuro decided to pass the evening today was different from the ones he had visited before. Warmer lighting, a cozy atmosphere, and visitors who are determined to just relax and unwind rather than start a fight. He didn't understand why he was in such a peaceful place. Reiji wanted movement, emotions, and adrenaline, but for some reason, the atmosphere of this place set him up in a completely different way. Not familiar to him.

My gaze involuntarily caught on a girl who was sitting alone at the other end of the bar with a cup of coffee on the table and a book in her hands. She's pretty, but it's clear from her appearance that she won't brighten up one evening. It does not apply to those that he called disposable.

After watching her for a few more minutes, Reiji got up from the table, picked up his whiskey glass and headed to her table.

"May I sit down?"

Banal politeness. When necessary, Reiji Himuro knew how to be polite.